Quotes About Grief

Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.

Just because your brother is not allowed to live his life, it doesn't mean you don't live yours," she says, with an uncharacteristically sage expression. "You get on with your own life." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "You're getting strong," she says. "Well, you need some time. Time to get over everything, and time to get used to the fact that Winnie is no longer on this earth.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

The best to do with a death was to move on from it.

They sorry," Deets said. "Saying won't change it. He's gone, don't worry about him. He's gone to the peaceful place." He put his hand

Of course, children were endless work. They came when you didn't want them and had needs you didn't always want to meet. Worst of all they died no matter how much you loved them. The death of her own had frozen the hope inside her harder than the wintery ground. Her hopes had frozen hard and she vowed to keep it that way, and yet she hadn't. The hopes thawed.

Son, this is a sad thing," Augustus said. "Loss of life always is. But the life is lost for good. Don't you go attempting vengeance.

A four-year-old has so little past, and he remembers almost none of it, neither the father he once had nor the house where he once lived. But he can feel the absences – and feel them as sensation, like a texture that was once at his fingers every day but now is gone and no matter how he gropes or reaches his hand he cannot touch what's no longer there.

It leaves you in the same strange place, trying to figure out how to navigate the world without the most important person watching.

I'll have my first still moment to think about myself. To think about what I've lost, what I'll never have back. To think only of myself. And of Owen, of what I've lost- what I'm still losing- without him.

When the world goes quiet again, it will take everything I am not to allow the grief of his loss to level me.

I was suddenly and completely inundated by it. What had been lost in losing him.

Part of it is that I recognize in her that thing that happens when you lose your mother. My mother left by choice, Bailey's by tragedy, but it leaves a similar imprint on you either way. It leaves you in the same strange place, trying to figure out how to navigate the world without the most important person watching.

Reed imagined that having your child murdered was about the only thing worse than having to exhume your child's remains to bring the killer to justice.

Reality revived. She frowned and gazed ahead, feeling numb still after all these months, yet unable to believe it was true, wanting to lift her face to the leaden clouds and shriek and scream that it wasn't, that it could not be, that she would not allow it. That so much love and life could not just… vanish, into nothing, as if it had never been. That they must be alive and snug and happy somewhere, waiting for her.

It is beyond endurance, the continued life of things, when the owner of those things is dead.

How about giving your old man a break here, huh, Chirp? Chirp is dead, I hear myself say and watch the flat words destroy his pleasure. You killed her, and now you have to deal with me because I'm what's left.

He wanted me to be free of the past so I could be open to the future. So Alan named him after the white pines at Camp Fantastic. The tall, tall trees that had watched over Asher, and Eleanor, and everyone who had ever come here. The trees that framed a small beautiful world where joy transcended grief, and where the sounds of children, once alive, now gone, can still be heard.

Grief obliterates the present, forcing you to relive the past and dread the future.

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.

the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

People go away and they don't come back.